Showing posts with label Ryan's Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryan's Hope. Show all posts

Thursday, August 23, 2012

I'm Just Sayin But I'm Not Sayin Mitt Romney There Says There's A Gag Order There On What You Can't And Can't Ask About This Whole Akin Paul Ryan Mess And So Forth ...


Dogonnit, youbetcha even I coulda handled this goshdarn lamestream media thing better if they had only let me do my convention distraction speechtalkin with my cracked team of investigationist reporters and tweeters and facebookers and presshandlers and internetters and webstirrers and cosmetologers and wardrobe mistressers and hairdressers and cobblers and skintoners and necktighteners and chinstrappers and earwhisperers and trendhoppers and chartstackers and slangslingers and factgrabbers and quotepullers and lintcheckers and busdrivers and nailpolishers and bootshiners and eyebrowpencilers and madhatters and icemakers and moisturizers and feesetters and family members but I have been sadly and most face-slappinly disembarred and elbowed out by other full time Governor keyspeakers from the entire boundary and convention “per amateur” property lines and media blackout holdin pens that will be takin place and heavily armed for the hurricane across this proud nation down there around the Tampa Basin area so I was thinkin about doin one of those flyovers that were so popular durin the Katrina, when George Bush looked down and out, out down the window there with a serious concernicon plus serious jawfrowns for the future of our party’s own two feet, arms and legacies as well as our nation’s national interests because the Romney Ryan’s hope situation seems to be a high pressure system which is full of ironing because hurricanes are very low in those pressure areas as I have been informed by the barameters that measure them.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Goshdarnit Honey, These Radical Campaigns Full Of Stings And Arrows Just Can't Beehive And So Forth ...



Goshdarnit, if I've heard it once across this great nation from up in Alaska mostly, I've heard it a thousand times then youbetcha, all about the "I know you are but what am I" campaign strategy that we get told to us by the powders that be, dustin off those types of schoolyard taunts and jeerjabs that we must aim at our opponents, and then run away so that they cannot run away with their radical agendas and recipies for socialist just desserts, which is by golly what we deserve and will leave such bad tastes in our patriotic and traditionally upheld mouths if we let the Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama camp and their bakeries sell these things that our new Ryan's Hope and Romney are tryin to take back throughout this countryside, includin the purple majesty mountains and fruits sweepin down the hill like in that Oklahoman musical about Oklahoma called "Oklahoma" that many real Americans do so enjoy tappin their American values toes to, keepin these traditions and wavin heels of amber that we see from our One Notion Sarah's Ark alive, as we speed by these dots on the map and also the malls, spreadin seeds and patriotic pollen, like pridefull bees, swarmin in the truth throughout this historical country as we drive into November to find the safety of the convention hive which I am not the queen bee of this season, or at least that's the buzz I hear about it with Chris Christie now takin up all the air and airtime which at first stung me somewhat when I heard it through the grapevine because last year I was swelled with pride but now that's gone down.